After seventy years I have departed, three score years and ten, life wasn’t interesting anymore people or rather what was left of them said the usual goodbye on a foggy morning.
Accompanied by the sound of extra crows in the trees, they are always curious makes you anxious spirits and all. I had thought by this time there was a way not to be so dead but I couldn’t tell anyone where I had gone and still I was miles away by now, free as a bird in the sky for I had become a spirit guardian.